Burn the Toast.

I am living alone
for one month.
Its good for me.
I have never
been alone.
This morning
I am.
I make
coffee.
I sit and
watch a
little TV.
I am OK,
I can do this.
I make breakfast.
cook my
eggs and
make my toast.
I start to
think of
you.
it makes
me smile
and I
start to cry.
The smoke
detector
goes off.
My toast is
burning.
I am thinking
of our last
conversation.
I love you.
you say.
Thank you
I reply.
The alarm is
loud.
I have
to take care
of this alarm
and as
I always do,
I put my needs
on the back
burner.